Empire vs Empire: Spock and Vaako
Vaako had learned from past mistakes. Most had thought him to be a spineless pushover, wide-eyed and trembling when he had arrived. None of the Necromongers had thought he would survive the conversion process.
How the tides had changed since then.
No longer a child, he had risen through the ranks like a rocket, proving time and time again what skill and intelligence he could portray.
It was how he managed to let their previous Lord…meet the Underverse permanently. Ever since then, he dug his claws into the throne and kept the march of cleaning the universe. However, he did enjoy studying new people, races, places. Any information they could obtain was collected for their archives–a better intel lead to quicker cleansing, after all.
But this ship was certainly something else and it piqued his curiosity.
Not only did it come towards the armada, it had tried to cloak itself. Vaako ordered them to be taken in, the shuttle inspected for anything the Necromongers could use.
“Don’t kill them, yet,” he almost purred out as the door was blasted. If it were possible, he felt giddy. These people had purposefully came towards them after their last run in with a species called ‘klingons’.
Toughest and most fearless in the galaxy…supposedly. They had gone down within a few days. It was almost pathetic what creatures deemed themselves indestructible until a bigger fish joined the pond. But these ones…they came looking for him.
An arched brow lifted when the last of them exited the shuttle and surrendered immediately, the gift within him roiling to be used. Vaako suppressed it for now, the only hint a soft flex of metal encased fingers that created a smooth sing of sliding against each other.
“Such a short lived courage,” he quipped as he studied the being. “Do you wish for death when you came?”
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"I do not wish for death," Spock answered, his voice smooth as glass as he took in the other's measure. He carried himself like a conqueror, which was to be expected. He also walked like a warrior. This man did not let others face death and destruction from the safety of his tower as the Terran Emperor did. This one killed with any weapon available, including his bare hands.
The bearded Vulcan stood tall, his dark eyes hooded beneath sharp brows as his study went from the leader to his men. They were also dangerous, but they did not seem to have the predatory intelligence of their master—because there was no doubt that this man was their lord and master.
"I am Commander Spock, first officer of the Imperial flagship, Enterprise," he said with no pride in his voice. It would not do to show any emotion beyond curiosity to these people, and yes, he was incredibly curious. The cold whispering voices of other telepaths brushed against his protective walls, which made him want to know more. He was a scientist after all, and knowledge as the old Earth saying went was half the battle.
"Your weapons are superior to mine. It would be illogical of me to challenge you." And Spock being a logical creature would wait until the most logical and opportune time before making any moves against this man. "I was sent to investigate your armada."
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